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It's for this reason alone that I moved out of the garage and back into the kitchen. Screw 15 gallon batches! I'll take 6 gallons and AC over the hell my garage was. If it had stayed 90 in there I'd still be brewing in the garage.

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The first principle is that you must not fool yourself, and you are the easiest person to fool. -Richard P. Feynman

Laws are spider-webs, which catch the little flies, but cannot hold the big ones. -Anacharsis

Brewed a Marzen last weekend for Oktoberfest and it hit 97 degrees on the back porch. It was so hot that I couldn`t drop my wort below 50 degrees using ice and my IWPC . I had to transfer the wort to the carboys to chill down in the freezer before aerating and pitching the yeast. That was the first time in 8 years of brewing that I had to do that.

It's for this reason alone that I moved out of the garage and back into the kitchen. Screw 15 gallon batches! I'll take 6 gallons and AC over the hell my garage was. If it had stayed 90 in there I'd still be brewing in the garage.

Brewed a Marzen last weekend for Oktoberfest and it hit 97 degrees on the back porch. It was so hot that I couldn`t drop my wort below 50 degrees using ice and my IWPC . I had to transfer the wort to the carboys to chill down in the freezer before aerating and pitching the yeast. That was the first time in 8 years of brewing that I had to do that.

Had to do the same thing yesterday with the same style beer, but I've had that happen a lot in the summer. Today a petite Saison, so no worries....

It's for this reason alone that I moved out of the garage and back into the kitchen. Screw 15 gallon batches! I'll take 6 gallons and AC over the hell my garage was. If it had stayed 90 in there I'd still be brewing in the garage.

Respect level knocked down several notches.

I decided I would no longer suffer for my beer.

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The first principle is that you must not fool yourself, and you are the easiest person to fool. -Richard P. Feynman

Laws are spider-webs, which catch the little flies, but cannot hold the big ones. -Anacharsis

It's for this reason alone that I moved out of the garage and back into the kitchen. Screw 15 gallon batches! I'll take 6 gallons and AC over the hell my garage was. If it had stayed 90 in there I'd still be brewing in the garage.

It's for this reason alone that I moved out of the garage and back into the kitchen. Screw 15 gallon batches! I'll take 6 gallons and AC over the hell my garage was. If it had stayed 90 in there I'd still be brewing in the garage.

Respect level knocked down several notches.

Oh, c'mon man...seems like a perfectly logical decision to me.

I'd expect as much from an old hippy, but a guy with Eli Wallach as his avatar?

It's all good so long as we keep on brewing. I just happen to enjoy the man cave any chance I get. Personally I'd probably get in trouble for steaming up the house on an already hot day. So kudos to those who are still the man of the kitchen

Try emptying 1000 lbs of hot grain out of you mash tun by hand, and having to climb in the mash tun while its still hot on a humid 95 degree Alabama July afternoon. That die hard? Or maybe it's dumb and dumber.

What was it they say in Greenbow Alabama? "Stupid is as stupid does"?

Oh wait, that was Forest Gump, not Die Hard...

Never mind.

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There is only one success: to be able to spend your life in your own way.

It's all good so long as we keep on brewing. I just happen to enjoy the man cave any chance I get. Personally I'd probably get in trouble for steaming up the house on an already hot day. So kudos to those who are still the man of the kitchen

Mash in the kitchen, boil on the patio, which can be anywhere from below freezing to high 90's, (it's really the wind I don't like), or in the garage. Then it's back into the kitchen to finish up pre-fermentation Then into the office converted to my brewmaster and fermentation arena.

As it's my kitchen (where I'm the cook and chief bottle washer), I see the need to adapt. I am going to banish myself to the garage (eventually). as I am slowly destroying my kitchen. (I think my wife would agree!) But for now I'm going to walk over, tap myself a pint of my latest APA and figure out my next brew.